by Tim Girvin | May 31, 2011 | Diary
when I draw this word in the sand, it changed with the time, the softening wind and the tides — the movement of the world changed that story told, finger in sand. And story became something wondrously new and alive — until: it vanished. “I wrote the...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 1, 2011 | Diary
AND TURNS AGAIN. When a map becomes clear, there’s a path that could be drawn. It might not be for all to see. Others might — and some: never again. ––––– There is one sphere, made from crystals and ice and sand from millions of years back. I’d found...
by Tim Girvin | Oct 27, 2010 | Diary
A Raven Story Ravens, the stories that are woven, myth like, their legacy. This is a beautiful story. nothing better, they are. school, too: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/10/26/new-caledonian-crows-teac_n_773984.html Two, plus one, slipping and drifting, black...
